Love in its truest form is everlasting, and Jeanne and Stephens story can only prove it.
He was a freshman and a senior at Chicagos Loyola University.
He was my first love.
He was my true love, added Jeanne.
They met at a meeting for German Club, of which Stephen was the president.
He was striking, Jeanne said.
Extremely handsome, dressed impeccably, always a gentleman everything youd want in a boyfriend.
Therefore therelationshiphad to be in secret.
I loved him, and we wanted toget married, said Jeanne.
We talked about it and having a family.
Life got so busy that it was getting more and more difficult to see each other.
She told him, I love you, Stephen.
Im sorry, but I cant do this.
He couldnt say a word from how deeply he was upset and so was Jeanne.
For the next several decades they went in complete silence with each other.
He always wanted a family.
There was virtually no trace of him.
I said, Okay, God.
If nothing comes up, Im done.
I dont know what else to do.
And lo and behold, his nieces name popped up with an address.
Finally, when he came down and theysaw each other, their hearts burst into pieces.
His hair was long and scraggly.
I knew it was him, but itwasnthim, she said.
And he added: I always loved you.
He grabbed my hand and would not let go.
The journey wasnt an easy one because Stephen couldnt sit in a regular wheelchair.
Since moving in together, Stephens health has significantly improved.
She saved my life, he said.
If this is not heaven, its pretty close to it.
He makes me feel like Im 18 again, Jeanne said.
He is tender and loving, and we make each other laugh.
I cant explain it.
I just love the man.
The first time I saw you, my heart whispered, Shes the one.
My heart was so right, Stephen added.
